Pengel's Godfather's Growth Diary

[My name is Clam Hu, and I am a detective. ]

[The reason why I am here is to find out the cause of death of this child lying on the ground, named Karelu. ]

The brown-haired and brown-eyed boy stood in the dark building, looking down at the girl on the ground with her head up, and the blood-stained girl under her, the words above appeared in her mind.

He raised his eyes, and a black-haired, kite-eyed young man walked out of the darkness. Seeing him, there was a cold smile on his face.

As if knowing his purpose, the young man smiled even deeper.

"You are the detective who traced the child's death." The young man in a black coat and a red scarf stretched out his hands obediently, "I am the one who killed this child."

The scene fell into immersion for a moment.

The young man——Clamhu lowered his eyes, and after observing for a while, he raised his eyes slowly, carefully examining the smiling young man, but he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

After a while, he asked, "Who are you?"

who are you?

That's a really good question.

The black-haired, kite-eyed young man laughed, his eyes dimmed, but he answered obediently: "My name is Osamu Dazai."

"It was the one who invited this lady to die in love half an hour ago."

--"wrong."

In the darkness on the other side, came such a voice.

The clam household turned around and saw a white-haired young man walking out of the darkness.

He has a typical European appearance. For some reason, the clam owner can easily tell that this guy is Italian.

The young man was tall and strong, with a purple crown-like pattern showing his teeth and claws in front of his eyes, and a pair of sharp purple pupils narrowed, bending into a harmless appearance for humans and animals.He was holding a bag of marshmallows in his hand, and when he saw the clam farmer looking over, he greeted him cheerfully.

The gloom that seemed to be absent when getting along with Dazai Osamu quietly dissipated after the white-haired young man appeared, and Kaito blinked, casting a hesitant and curious look.

"My name is Bai Lan~" the young man said quite politely, "Clam Sauce used to call me Bai Lan~"

After learning the man's name, the clam household politely looked away.

He noticed the "before" that Bai Lan said, and after a little review, he really didn't have any memories of the past.

[However, none of these things matter. ]

His eyes fell and fell on the black-haired green-eyed girl.

[Importantly, I must investigate the cause of Karelu's death. ]

He raised his eyes, but there were not many emotions in his eyes, and they fell on Bai Lan.

"You're wrong, what do you mean?"

Bai Lan smiled frivolously, this smile was very "Italian", and the clam owner unconsciously twitched his lips.

"The reason why I'm wrong is that before half a child, it was impossible for Miss Jiaailiu to die in love with the black mud over there."

Clam House frowned, feeling as if he had heard some unexpected words.

Bai Lan spread her hands and didn't pay attention to this gaze: "Because, 45 minutes ago, I saw this young lady's body in the river."

"Follow the river and head westward."

In other words, Jiaairu had already died 45 minutes—or even earlier.

Clam House looked at Baimao: "Are you sure, the Jiaailiu you saw is dead?"

Bai Lan smiled strangely: "Of course."

The clam farmer thought for a while and asked, "Didn't you fish her out of the river?"

Bai Lan replied confidently: "Of course."

So Clam Hu nodded and said, "I see."

He didn't say who was right and who was wrong between the two, but stood still, pinching his chin and thinking.

He observed Jiaairu's body for a while, and when he had observed all the details, he took off his coat and put it on the staring Jiaairu.

The black suit jacket waved a gentle wave in the air, and finally kissed the dried blood on the ground.

Clam Hu looked solemnly, squatted down, and wiped the reddish-brown blood with his fingers.

After he observed for a while, the blood on the ground had quickly turned black.

This speed is not normal.

Clamhu lowered his eyes and twirled his fingers.

"What do you think?"

suddenly, he asked.

In the darkness of another place, there was a slight sound.

A young man with pink short hair and wearing a windbreaker stepped out of the darkness with his eyes downcast.

"There are not enough clues," he said. "I think we should look elsewhere."

After finishing speaking, he paused, and said, "My name is Sakaido, and I am a famous detective."

She is also the detective who is investigating the cause of Carrie's death.

The clam owner felt that they might have been invited by a wealthy person to investigate the cause of Jiaairu's death. Originally, he seemed to think about why such a coincidence happened, but when he mentioned [a detective], his mind was A small figure emerged.

So the boy's face became serious, as if he was thinking about some shocking secret.

He thought for a while, then shook his head.

"You're not." Clam Hu said, "I'm not either."

"A real detective is one whose mind is still flexible even though his body has become smaller."

The implication is that both of them are not small, so there is still a distance from the famous detective.

Sakaihu was choked up by him, but he wasn't annoyed. After thinking for a while, he agreed with Haihuhu's opinion with a solemn expression.

The black-haired young man and the white-haired young man standing on the side just watched the two of them discussing this issue, not in a hurry, one was eating cotton candy slowly, and the other looked at the void with a vacant gaze and a smile.

After discussing with Sakaido on the issue of the real famous detective, Haimuhu turned his eyes away and focused on Jiaailiu.

He died on the floor. "

Sakaido looked at him: "Then why are you still alive?"

That's a really good question.

The gazes of all the people present cast their gazes over in unison, Dazai blinked, and the expression on his face suddenly dropped, revealing a coquettish and pitiful expression.

"I really want to know why." He said softly, "No matter what method is used, no matter how many times, even if all the women who died in love with me are lost, I am still left in this world."

He seemed to be sighing, but it made people feel cold all over.

For some reason, Clam House had the desire to complain, but at least he remembered that he was a cold (?) famous detective, so he just nodded and said, I understand.

Osamu Dazai showed a "really boring" expression on his face.

Clamhu ignored him, and looked at Sakaihu, who was a head taller than him—the pink-haired young man was raising his head, noticing his gaze, and looked over just now.

"I want to go up and have a look."

He said so.

Only then did everyone realize that there was a tall building in the darkness around them, and the place Sakaito was pointing at was the top of the tall building.

The black building seemed to rise into the sky, and the clamhu looked around, and he could probably see the edge of the building.

He and Sakaido looked at each other, and Dazai Osamu's voice came from behind him.

"Of course." He said, "To be honest, this is really the property under my name."

He had withdrawn that false tenderness and sadness, and there was a seemingly natural but actually extremely weird expression on his face.There seemed to be a sneer in those iris-colored eyes, but it was quickly hidden.

He took a step sideways——Clamhu realized that the gate of this building was behind him.

According to Dazai, he invited Jiaairu to jump off the roof of his company to die in love, and the direction where he fell was the gate of the company.

Those who knew it were their own company, but those who didn't know thought it was the enemy's company.

The clam owner complained unconsciously, but his body followed Dazai up the stairs honestly.

I don't know whether it was because of the leader's order or other reasons, the elevator in the building was still running, and the clams and his party quickly went to the rooftop.

The door to the roof was open, which was the sign that Osamu Dazai said he and Karyu had come up.

The clam household found footprints on the roof facing the gate, and there were also traces of trampling on the railings.

Sakaito stood beside him to check, frowned, and stretched out his hand to touch the trace.

Clam House raised his head and looked around.

Suddenly, he felt a spy from the shadows, it was a famous detective.I am here to find out the cause of Jiaai Liujiang's death. ]

The two famous detectives looked up at the same time, looked at each other, and ran frantically towards the darkness.

The pitch-black building was empty, and Haimuhu ran towards the elevator, but when he was about to enter, he was stopped by Sakaihu.

So go up the stairs.

The Hong Kong and Hei Building is not short. When passing around the first floor again, there was a sound of something falling and collapsing from the direction of the elevator.

Haimuhu and Sakaihu kept running up, and they both stopped at a certain moment.

They turned their heads and saw the scene downstairs through the window—just now, Karu in a long white dress fell from above.

[My name is Haihuhu, and I am a detective. ]

[I want--]

The brown-haired clamhu raised his eyes, and a flame lit up between his foreheads.

The next moment, he disappeared in place and appeared right above the building.

——I want to save Karu.

The clam household stood on the roof of the Ganghei Building, and the howling black wind blew by, but did not see the shadow of [Jia Ailiu].

He frowned, looked around and returned to the original place.

Below the building, on the ground where there was no one when he opened his eyes, a girl with long black hair appeared.

[Jia Ai Liu].

From the darkness, a young man with black hair and kite eyes stepped out.

Clamhu looked at him, the young man wanted to speak, but was stopped by Sakaihu.

"Don't talk yet."

He squatted down and turned Jiaairu over.

I saw a dagger pierced deeply into Jiaailiu's back, and blood seeped from below, overflowing the ground.

Sakaido said with a sullen face, "Kiailu didn't fall to his death, but it was like being stabbed from behind with a knife, and then thrown into the river." He showed the clamkeeper the sleeves of Jiaairu's still water-stained sleeves, "then , somehow, thrown in front of us right under our noses."

Clam House thought for a while and agreed with him.

The black-haired young man stood not far away, watching the two move with a half-smile.

And the clams' eyes didn't linger on him, but turned to another shadow.

White hair——no, a black-haired young man wearing a white fur hat came out of the darkness.

He was holding an apple and looked like the pale and frail figure of a drowning man.The young man with black hair and purple pupils raised his eyelids and looked at the clam house, showing an inexplicable smile.

The next moment, he disappeared in place, and Sakaito clicked his tongue and ran into the darkness.

Clam Hu raised his steps to chase after him, but he turned around and looked at Dazai behind him.

He hesitated.

"If you're interested, how about taking a look?]—that's what he said."

Clamhu blinked, and the memory like a piece of white paper was gradually burned, revealing its original appearance.

So the young detective bowed his waist and made a welcome gesture: "Mr. Dazai from another world."

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[My name is Kaito...ah no, my name is Tsunayoshi Terasawada. ]

"It's your partner in this world."

The brown-haired boy sat on the roof with his hands on his knees, wearing only a white sweater, and he looked very clean when he smiled.

The one who was facing him was a young man named Osamu Dazai. That being said, before this person, he already had an existence that could be called a "friend" with this name.

This is not an accident of the same name and surname, but that these two people are the same existence—they are both Osamu Dazai.

It's just that one is Osamu Dazai of his world, and the other is Dazai of another world.

"After all, after learning about your tragic situation in this world, Sakunosuke was a little worried." Kaito, oh no, Sawada Tsunayoshi, said, "So I specially asked me to think of a way to try to help you find your life. hope."

The black-haired young man drooped his eyelids, looking like he was not interested.

Gangji blinked and jumped in front of him.

"Well, isn't Sakunosuke a very important person to you?" He was a little puzzled, "Why didn't you respond?"

Osamu Dazai pulled out an ugly smile.

Gangji tilted his head.

"I see." He nodded, and took out a crumpled notebook, "This is what [Dazai] asked me to give you."

He said so, showing the crooked words on the cover in front of Osamu Dazai.

[Approach Oda work guide]

——This is the title of the book.

This aroused Osamu Dazai's interest, but he still looked listless.

"But Odasaku won't like me because of this."

Sounds pretty self-contained.

Gang Ji was taken aback by his frustration, showing an illusory expression.

"I didn't expect such words to come out of your mouth." He was extremely surprised, "My Dazai over there, but even a stalker will follow by Sakunosuke's side."

Dazai was sleepy and didn't speak.

After a while, Tsuna Kichi groaned, and approached Dazai.

"It's okay, it's okay." He stretched out his hand and touched Dazai's head—this was a wishful thing in the original world, "Tell me why Sakunosuke hates you first, maybe I can help.

Showing a subtle smile, "About this, maybe I can really help."

He leaned close to Dazai's ear, talking about his experience in a casual way.However, it may be difficult for Dazai to transform the Hong Kong gangsters in the same way as Peng Gelie. Firstly, the national conditions are different, and secondly, the Hong Kong gangsters did offend many people during the period of rapid expansion.

But this is based on the problems that will arise when the center of gravity is on Hong Kong and black.

If the focus is on Dazai catching up with Oda Sakunosuke... this is an excellent opportunity!

Tsunayoshi Sawada's eyes were bright, and he expressed his opinions on more than ten scripts, such as "The leader who repented and tried to wash his hands was chased and killed by his opponent and strayed into the mediocre Oda writer", "The leader of Hong Kong gangsters who was betrayed by his confidants". Instructing Jiangshan to reprimand Fang Qiu and talk differently, and the eyes of Dazai Osamu who was beside him also became brighter with the output of the script.

"You know." In the end, feeling that he was about to be pulled out, Gangji showed a smile, couldn't help touching the leader's head, and said in a caressing tone, "Only by living well can we get everything." .”

The author has something to say: the strange and wonderful alien invasion pa

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I've finished writing all the episodes I want to write!The heroic spirit who was the most vocal had originally started to write something, but he gave up after seeing it as strange!So I chose the weird Xenopa, which will be gone after the last episode!

It's finally over, praise me (vibrate)!

The next article, Thousand-Layer Routine, should be opened around June [-]nd and early June at the latest. I silently pray that there will be [-] pre-collections when it opens!

Then we will see you next time!Kiss and see the little angels here one by one =333=